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POEM - 3 The grass has so little to do a sphere o simple green with only butterflies to brood and bees to entertain and stir all day to pretty tunes the breezes fetch along and hold the sunshine in its lap and bow to everything and thread the dews all night like pearls and make itself so fine a duchess were too common for such noticing and even when it dies, to pass in odours so divine as lowly spices gone to sleep or amulets of pine and then to dwell in sovereign barns and dream the days away the grass has so little to do I wish I were the hay. ?Anonymous The breezes fetch along ________.

A) pine               

B) pearls

C) amulets                       

D) dew